A Poet's Lament

[SmilingLez]

Poets
bleed
ink.
Unseen.
Unheard.
Unsung.
Our
words
rot.
Unread.
While
novels
dance
unapologetically.

 

[Xenofidelity78]

Words are wondrous yet unwieldy things. Often used for that which their authors did not intend. This place and its utility is subjective yet leans a particular direction. One that poetry unless written as smut doesn't qualify.